Carver got up to follow her. "I was thinking more along the lines of acting like you don't care, but sure. That's your dynamic, might as well run with it."

She snorted. "Or see if the witches can brew something up that will prevent him from feeling whatever she puts him through. Drug his food, make him bend to your will or else never get his rocks off again..." Her mouth curled up into a slightly more malicious grin than usual.

The pumpkin creature unwove the vines at the front of her chest to give her access to the cage door. The mouse practically leaped into her green, twisted fingers the second it thought it had a chance to escape. It squeaked furiously as the vines snapped closed around it. Carver casually tossed the mouse where the serpent could catch it, then dropped down from the gazebo and moved out of its range before it finished its second snack. 

She tilted her head back to look up in Shock's direction. "Nobody ever could. You remind us too often."